Black clouds rise
In the distance,
Columns that stir
And forebode.
Rumbles of thunder,
Lightening and storm,
Omen of fury,
Havoc is born.
Wrath of the maelstrom
Comes crashing,
Winds screaming,
Chaos explodes.
Gods of the darkness
Rage onward,
Through night
Till light of the morn.
Breaking of dawn
Brings a rainbow,
A new day is risen
And born.
Mayhem melts
Into sunshine,
Peace returns to this
Mountain abode.
Copyright 2003 by Layne S. Porter
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